Luyện nghe bài hát Antiquary To Mediocrity

Birthright named
only God has the power to judge
Versailles'
to mediocrity

We are Versailles'
Using weapons
Diluting our poison the
healer Champagne glass

Their compassion for habits
Bleed to our gold-dust skin
Of our drunkard vices
For the reversed

child of dishonour
I had the difficulty
Of my mortifying
against flattery

Human life passes far from humilation
Under the of a fickle eaglet,
to pity

me
Been in to the court
to mediocrity
Paying my court to my loved

the high society
Where words grate Appollon's
Dismissed mirror of our
Cruelty on the surface of

Even with the the on the block,
I will kiss
My brother the executioner, to mediocrity

my nails one by one
Tear out the lair
under point)lace underwear
Of a wild baroque

Wounds under the
Suffered of bu mondaine
Let me hope in a ripe
Blossom out a rotten bough

Antoinete, I miss you so
As a bleeding distress
towards my love
Usher in the world

Divine mistress of my chaste
Libertines reception in the floral
Shocker at the sight horsewhip my
In silk damp